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The sun set in blazes of red;The sky sighed in dark blue tiredness.The clouds seemed like sheep you count before bed;That's how the sun set.

The roof upon which I satBecame a dark black-white indigo.The moon shined and painted the scenery softly;That's how night fell.

And with Night I fell to the hands of DreamsMy eyes closed yet my mind was delighted!And the moon - gazing down at my dreams - saw a smile on my tired face.

Well, that was fun!SKYRIL, WILL YOU EVER CEASE TO AMAZE ME WITH YOUR POETIC LOVELYNESS?Every single poem of yours I have had the pleasure to read has touched me in a certain way. This one, because I've been counting days for a while now. Sun rises, sun sets, and days go by, bringing me closer to when I'll be the happiest I've been in a while ^^*huggies Skyril* You're amazing, you are!